And for a brief moment time stood still.
You see he brought me the socks that he wore the day we went to court in Uganda. The socks that are about six sizes too small and the ones I was sure I had already stowed away.
For that brief moment I was swept away, back to April 24, 2012. Back to a muggy hotel room and that concrete block of a bed where I put those socks on him two years ago. Back to my first moments as a mother. As his mother.
In that instant I could almost feel the bites from mosquitoes that covered my body and see the bags under my eyes that were a result of the late night (LOUD) cheering all across town for the soccer game. Or maybe the loud music from the bar downstairs. Or maybe sharing the concrete bed with two other people, one which was a sprawled out toddler. Or maybe the mosquitoes.
For a second I could see his eyes, the ones that, although they had come to trust us in three short weeks, still held pain and fear and questions of the unknown.
I giggled as I remembered how his one dress shoe would not fit over those precious little socks so L used his knife to put a slit down the back and make it fit. And then how it kept falling off all during court until finally we gave up and let him walk around in socks.
I even got anxious all over again. For a split second I felt the nerves and joy of that day all at once.
Those little socks reminded me how far God has brought us. How much He has taught and redeemed us all. And how FAITHFUL He is.
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| D in his socks after court |
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart." Psalm 91:4
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